The Wilmingtonian., 1887-01-01
A Rad Man

him, and when one night at the bar of the
Sunset Casino. he boasted of having kill.
ed twenty-seven men up ON the Kansas bor-
der he was unanimously set down by his
heaters as holy terror, whom it would b,
dangerous to fool with.
''Yaas " he cried, striking 'the bar with
his fist, "Pve killed twenty.seven men up on
the Kansas border, and the first galoot tha,
looks cross.eyed at NELL be my meat ?"
ALI hands looked forward with their eyes
as straight as possible and painful silenc,
fell upon the room. Mike saw the impres-
sion HE words had made, aud jerking out hls
six shooter he clevelly shot away the neck
"t a 'otters' bottle which stood on a shelf
behind the bar. The 'tarantula- -iuse' dis.
penser smiled sweetly, as though such sport
pleased him. and Mike began to shoot oui
the lights Then he walked out, mounted
his pony, and rode up and down the tow II
yelling like Comanche. He gave simi-
lar exhibitions whenever he visited tow n, and
although other men were arrested and heay
ly fined by local magistrates for less otfenses
Mike was never bothered, and after awhile
he got it into his head that he was really a
"hard, bad man from Bitter Creek"
About three miles from the temporary
ranch where Mike was holding his small
herd of cows was a ranger camp. One morn.
ing at roll-call the commander Of the scouts
detailed a scout well known along the from
tier as Mad Milton, aud handed him war
rant.
"Milton, he said, 'here's warrant 70,
Mike Dosy 1t appears that he has been do.
ing just about as he pleased lately in town,
and none of the officers there care to risk
their lives in attempting his arrest. The
squire gave me this warrant yesterday, and
want you to execute it. Take your prison.
er ou to the Jail and lock him up"
Gan light, captain" answered Milton, and
he went out to the corral and sadd ed his
horse.
When he rode up to Dosy's camp the slay-
er of twenty-seven men, was busily engaged
in the peaceful labor of holding of young
calf while his wife mlked the mother cow,
"Dosy," began Milton, refining up beside
the bad man, "I've got warrant for You.
"W-h.a-t !" was Mikes astonished eiacu.
lation, and he swelled up like turkey-gob-
Ter, and tried to look bad.
i've got warrant for you, repeated the
ranger, land I'm going to take you to jaiip'
"Me y cried Dosy. ME- take me ter iailp
Wall, reckon not ~
He dropped tho calf rope and laid his hand
on his six-shooter
"Ye'll hev' me ter kill fust p he belowt d
and pulled the weapon from the scabbard.
Before he could raise the pistol to shoot,
Mad Milton leaped from his saddle and bore
the bad man to tho ground. He wrencbed
the six-shooter from his grasp, and seizng
rope tiei the bully hand and foot
"Look here. Nike" he said, in his cool.
determined way, you've boasted that the
whole ranger outfit could not arrest Won.
haven't you?"
"YaAs," faltered the bad man, ''but reck
on was drunk when did 1t. Let me up
an III go with ye.'
"Iou have been shouting 'em up lately AT
he post and trying to appear bad, haven't
gnu ?"
aas l wuz jest havin' little fun
You have boasted that you had killed
twenty men on the Kansas border,
haven't yon?'
"Well, mighter sed suthiu ter that
pint"
NOW, Mike" continued the scout, "you
know that you are not only a coward but a
iar as we'll A boy could arrest you. You re
not bad, and you never killed a man in your
life unless you talked him to death"
Ill" began Dosy, but Milton inter
rupted him.
You have been sashing around here up-
Ter false colors, and great many people are
AFRAID of you. If you had quietly submitted
60 arrest like gentleman would have TAX
en- yon to Jail in geutlemany manner. but
uow mean to treat you as you deserve and
let people see what a miserable dog YOU
are"
Milton to TX pair of handouts from his
pocket and fastened them on Mixes wrists.
TO the cuffs he fastened line aud the bully's
'rms fast to his side. Tnen he placed the
doose OF his stake rope around the fellows
leck aud ulade the line fast TO the horn Of
mis- saddle. He cut the rope with which he
lad first confined the bad man and ordered
him TO get on his feet. He mountel his
horse aud turned the animals head toward
the post
"Come on, Mike !" he cried, aud the moose
tightened about tue bully's neck.
Ia vain he begged for mercy. Milton was
Obdurats ard refused to ba moved by
the would be bad mans prayers. lie led
him into the post tied up ike bronoho
steer, and the jeers of the citizens as DOOR
Dosy shambled past them on his way to the
j al were the death kuell of his badness. II.
made no John Branch plays" after this,
but attended faithfully to his herd, and the
bare mention of the name of Mad Milton WAS
sufficient to keep him quiet whenever he
G"rgot his defeat and essayed the role of a
bad man
.
Business is business.
In recent sermon Rev Dt.Tnlmsge delive,
ed himself as follows God starts us 10 the
world with certain amount nfraw material